Doting Mother Novels & Stories

Damon's voice was warm, his eyes tracking my movement with that intensity that always made my pulse quicken. He'd pulled out all the stops—wine, a multi-course meal that must have taken hours to prepare, soft music playing from hidden speakers. Everything designed to make this night perfect. We settled at the table, and conversation flowed easily between courses. He told me stories about growing up as an Alpha's son, the pressure and expectations. I shared memories from before everything fell apart—the few good moments I'd had growing up. “So… what is your mother like?” "My mother would have liked you," he answered, pouring more wine. "Despite everything she's doing now with Wendy, deep down

She always seemed to know when to talk, when to listen, and when to just offer support with her presence. My head rolled toward my mom's best friend who turned to me. Soulful, blue eyes searched my face, and the corners of her mouth turned up in a gentle offering of love. Dottie was a beautiful woman in her mid-seventies, but she'd been exotic and stunning in her youth. I'd seen pictures of her with her late husband and vaguely remembered her arriving at our house when I was a child looking the way she had in the framed memories that scattered the living room we now shared. Dressed to the nines with her makeup flawlessly done, hair tightly wound into a French twist, and heels I'd never be ab

Daniel came over and rubbed Audrey's shoulder. Audrey shook her head no. "I want to stay here with him. Right now Kenzie is fighting for his life, how can I rest when he is trying so hard? The child must also be very tired, but I am sure that Kenzie will not give up." Daniel gently squeezed Audrey's shoulder. He could feel the motherly love shown by Audrey. The woman even tried to look strong even though Daniel could see the fragile look in her eyes. A mother should be like this. A mother's sincere love will be very visible if something happens to her child.

This is not the age for this. 'I am sorry Dante, in the world we live in, its considered weak' she whispered sadly. ... The scene changed.. This time Dante saw his mother crying silently while watching outside a window. He peeked outside and found his father hugging a woman just outside their house. 'Mom, why is dad hugging that woman?' young Dante asked innocently. His mother wiped out her tears hastily. 'Its nothing. Come, let me take you to bed' she changed the subject. ...

Dolion's voice trembled as he called out, "Mother..." The frail woman refocused her gaze, a faint smile on her lips. "You're here," she whispered, her blue hair dull and lifeless, her eyes lacking their usual sparkle. Dolion knelt beside her bed, holding her hands in his. He didn't dare speak, his red eyes locked onto hers, filled with a deep-seated guilt. He felt like a failure, a constant reminder of the pain and longing she endured.

Mother is. The whole place was eerily quiet as mother graced us with her presence, her aura powerful and alluring. Every wolf could feel the sudden calmness, even Lila was calm. I am powerful, but besides my mother, I am just a bug. I can never match her aura and at moments like this, I understand who she really is, a goddess and our creator. She stood where I was standing before, wearing a white long gown that covered every part of her body except her neck. What I love about the gown is the flowers on it, simple and elegant. Everyone looked at her in awe, and I bet they could stare at her all day without getting tired. The door opened and Silver walked in.

Lilian stubbornly retorted, “She was carrying my son’s child! Of course, we’ve seen her! How could we not?!” The comment section unleashed another wave of attacks. [What, is her daughter actually a man or something? Because that’s the only way ‘seeing her’ would change anyone’s mind. What nonsense!] [The mother is just as bad as the daughter because she raised her!] I clenched my fists until my knuckles turned white. "I told you already! My daughter could never abandon a baby!" Lilian raised her voice and responded, "Fine! Since you still won’t admit it, I’m bringing out the third piece of evidence!

A rare opportunity will not come a second time. Dita is very enthusiastic to work even though there is still a sense of regret. Dita's mood gets worse with the arrival of Citra. I'm not alone, but there is Jay. Dita avoids them. Dita focuses on a mother with a small child. "What do you want to order?"ask Dita gently. "We ordered a box of donuts with random toppings," the mother's message. Dita notes and repeats the contents of the order so as not to be mistaken.

"It wasn't your father's idea, but your mother's. She was so passionate about feeding and housing people. Within a year of establishing them, they were already doing so well." Whenever his mother's name was mentioned, Dante got so emotional and wanted to feel some kind of connection with her. He forever hated being motherless. If he could turn back the hands of time, he would do that for the sake of his mother. Yes, he was overwhelmed with his father's demons and training but, his mother's heart battled them all. "Take me to both. I want to see what they look like," he simply said.

Mom continued, "Your loving mother and your dirty girl all rolled into one." Your dirty girl. Mom had spoken that in the same sultry tone she'd used with my father last night. As soon as she'd said it the image of her riding my father leaped into my mind. Her perfect sweat soaked tits, those pink nipples, the way she had so eagerly slipped to her knees. As I tried to push that visual from my mind, Mom went on, "We're going to have a lot of fun baby, more fun than you've ever had," she giggled in my ear, "You've only been with girls your age, and they don't know what they're doing yet, but me?"